Life in Rain-Soaked Dhaka: The Struggle for Livelihood

Hello dear friends,
I hope you all are doing well and spending a beautiful life with your loved ones. I wish you all happiness and peace.

According to recent weather forecasts, the sky over Bangladesh will remain cloudy for the next few days, with light to moderate rainfall in different areas. In a bustling city like Dhaka, rain almost always means suffering—traffic congestion, waterlogging, and muddy streets. Since last evening, drizzle has been falling across the city. Sometimes the intensity lessens, sometimes it increases—pausing for a while only to start again. This morning, as soon as I stepped outside, the first sight was wet streets and puddles of muddy water. Yet, life hasn’t stopped—Dhaka continues to move on.

On the main road, I saw hundreds of cars, rickshaws, and CNG auto-rickshaws rushing forward. Even under cloudy skies, as soon as a glimpse of sunlight appeared, people were already on their way to workplaces. Rain, mud, or traffic jams—nothing could halt the pace of life, because when it comes to livelihood, people have no choice but to keep moving.

Life in Dhaka is such that storms, heavy rainfall, or even cyclones cannot hold us back. Many people still wade through knee-deep water to reach their offices. From early morning until late at night, workers spend long hours at their workplaces, yet very few consider the struggles they face while commuting. Office authorities keep count of arrival and departure times, but the hardship endured on the roads hardly ever matters.

Waterlogging after rainfall has become a common scene in Dhaka. Even a short spell of rain leaves potholes and streets submerged. Still, people do not stop. To run a family, to keep life going, they must embark on this difficult journey every single day.

Every working person in this city is, in fact, a fighter. Some pedal rickshaws, some push vans loaded with goods, while others head to offices in formal attire—yet all share the same pressure of survival. Clothes get soaked in rain, extra money is spent, valuable time is wasted—but there is no option to turn back.

Dhaka is often called the “city of opportunities.” Every day, thousands of people begin their struggle anew here. Some rush to university classes, others to hospitals to see patients, and many more to small businesses and shops. Road hazards, endless traffic, and the misery of rain cannot stop them from chasing their goals.

At the end of the day, the truth remains—despite rain and storm, we all keep moving forward in the battle of life. A rain-soaked morning in Dhaka is not just a picture of inconvenience; it is, in fact, a true reflection of the relentless struggle of our existence.